[F->Inanimate, Inanimate->F, Body Modifications]
[Lewd Depictions, Adult Content]

"It'll be fun! Besides, don't you normally do crazy stuff like this all the time?"

Joanne stopped staring at the machine in front of her, only turning to stare at her wife next to her. "Chris, I normally do carefully controlled, rigorously tested experiments. It's safe, and I get to have my fun."

Chris waved her hands at the small swarm of scientists and engineers in the local area. "This IS all those things! Admit it, you're just scared of the needle… well they said you won't even feel it at that point!"

Slowly shaking her head, Joanne eyed the bag in Chris's hands. "You want me to wear that, in front of everyone, and get in that machine?"

Chris nodded eagerly, almost puppy like. 'That could be a decent revenge for all this, making that devil of a woman into a puppy' Joanne mused. She sighed, grabbing the bag and stripping down. Inside was an angel's costume; the downside was that Chris claimed she had been unable to find an angel costume at another, more traditional retailer. As such, this angel costume was of the 'naughty' variety, leaving her private bits fully exposed.

Chris couldn't help but blush, watching her mostly-naked wife stand on the glittery white high heels in front of a crowd of mostly strangers. Sure, they had gotten to know most of the technicians and researchers at Pro Scientia over the last year, but it felt strange and uncomfortable to still have them watch Joanne being naked.

 Joanne walked onto the main stage, turning to face everyone present. "So, what now?" As she finished speaking, a large cloud enveloped her, disappearing her inside. All that could be heard was Joanne coughing as the sudden gas filled her lungs. The vapors settled, condensing at the floor of the stage and finally entirely disappearing. Joanne looked as though she was trying to speak, but words weren't coming out of her mouth. She also looked vaguely hazy, as though she became blurry.

Carefully, two of the researchers took to the stage and pushed Joanne onto her back. She looked like she was mildly resisting, but they gently toppled her like one would a pillow. The part of the stage underneath her lifted up, revealing a stainless steel table that presented her in her entirety to the room.

A large overhead machine swooped into position, locking a large needle into place above Joanne. She only had a moment to hesitate though, as the needle began rapidly puncturing through her body. Joanne winced, expecting horrible pain, but none came. She could hardly even feel it!

Chris leaned in, watching enraptured. The machine diligently followed it's programming as it took Joanne, who's body had broken into a loose haze of fibers which made her seem blurry, and stitched her into a miniature version of herself that was denser. By the end of process where Joanne had rested lay a small, doll-sized figure of Joanne, still dressed in a now small version of the sexy seraphim costume.

Chris snatcher her up, and saying her thanks to the technicians, rushed home with her wife. "You know, Joanne," she explained as she got inside and set Joanne on a countertop next to other decorations. "If you hadn't broken the angel topper, you wouldn't have to be the replacement. It's too late to get one at the store, and you know how important Christmas is to me."

Chris grabbed a small string of miniature lights, and held them in front of Joanne. "We're going to make sure you glow and are beautiful on our tree." Being sewn into the shape of a tree topper, Joanne had a large opening in her crotch that was designed to allow the top branches of the tree to open inside of her and hold her in place. Now that hole was being used to shove in some lights, with the bulbs coming to rest inside her rear and chest.

Chris hefted the massless Joanne, marveling at the beauty in her hands as she walked over to the tree, shoving some of the top branches into what was once Joanne's sex. Mentally, Joanne was ready to explode, feeling the needles catch and drag along her woven and stitched fibers as well as the overly full feeling from being stretched out. If she could, she would have been cursing out Chris for just leaving her there as frustrated as she was.

But when Chris plugged in the lights, Joanne stopped thinking. Her entire mind was glazed over in an instant from the warm glow of the bulbs heating up some of her sensitive bits, rocketing her now fabricified nerves into an orgasm. Again and again, Joanne came atop the Christmas tree, her inanimate body unable to even shake as she mindlessly kept orgasming.

She hardless noticed that it was now the next morning when Chris turned off the lights, and promptly passed out. Joanne lived her life in a simple cycle. During the day, Chris had the lights turned off, so Joanne rested and recovered. Then at night, Chris would light up the tree and marvel at her beautiful wife, unaware of the infinite anguish and pleasure she was feeling.

The last week before Christmas went slowly, and finally Christmas day arrived. Chris left the lights on for the entire day while she sang carols, baked cookies, and opened her presents. With a gleeful step, that evening she returned to Pro Scientia, and watched as the marvelous machine unstitched and unfolded Joanne into her normal shape, and then a different spray restored her to flesh and blood.

Having spent over 24 hours cumming her brains out, Joanne staggered dizzily into Chris's arms, and together they made it home. Any time Chris tried to start up a conversation, Joanne put her finger to Chris's lips and silenced her wife. The pair clumsily made it to the bedroom, and Joanne laid back on the bed.

"What's gotten into you? Don't you want to open your presents?" Chris stared at Joanne. She wasn't opposed to having a round in bed with her wife. Joanne was still in the angel outfit after all, and Chris was enjoying the view.

Joanne just winked, and reached down to her slit. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, and out popped the end of an electrical plug. "Looks like that machine left something in me… and I really want to feel that way again…"

Chris grinned, grabbing an extension cord normally reserved for vibrators in their bed, and plugged her wife in. Immediately, her breasts and hips started to glow, and Joanne moaned. "Ohh, it's not as intense as on the tree.. but… ahhh, yes, get over here!"

She didn't need to be told twice, and Chris quickly got to work, celebrating Christmas with Joanne.